We celebrated Dave’s birthday with our daughter and grandsons. It was a nice time, and good visit, and a fine celebration. After everyone left the house, Dave and I took our usual Sunday nap. The house was quiet, and Dave and I just lounged around and enjoyed the afternoon. I did notice, however, that our
When they were little, both of our children knew they had to stay in their rooms until their dad and I awoke each day. Our daughter, who was an early riser, tried to be patient and wait on us. But after sitting quietly for a few minutes in her bed, her little self grew impatient
Nuggets. Little snippets of insight. Unraveling the story bit by bit, drawing the reader ever closer to the truth of the story. Eyes widen, senses tingle as the pieces begin to form, and then the thrill of the discovery takes hold. Tantalizing story-telling at its best, I tell you!
Because of several accidents on Interstate 81, what began as a six-hour trip on a beautiful Sunday afternoon ultimately became an eight-and-a-half hour nightmare. It wasn’t pretty. Before I even got to Interstate 81–the “Hellway,” as i lovingly refer to it–my GPS was warning me that this highway could become my worst nightmare. Accidents were
Grief is not only found in the quietness of a house or a change of routine. Grief is loud with lamenting; it’s visible in its emptiness. And it is surely always with us once we experience it at its deepest level. Grief is real, and it is achy, and it is constant.